“There was another life that I might have had, but I am having this one.”
“I think the question of self-loathing vs. self-confidence is a false choice when it comes to writing. I don’t think those are the only two possibilities for How To Be as a writer. (Either blustery or withering, in other words. Both of which are just the opposite ends of extreme narcissism.) I think there are writers who take a quieter approach to their work — one that is just about respectfully showing up for your vocation day after day, steadily doing your best, and letting go of the results. Not going to war against anyone else, or against their talents, or against themselves.”
Elizabeth Gilbert, “Literary Self Loathing”
On the bus, there is a woman going to Hartford. She’s talking on the phone. She’s saying, ‘There’s a library right at the end of the street!” And then — “You stood up too fast and your blood pressure is high and that’s inducing the migraine.”
I don’t get migraines, in seventh grade, I used to get very stressed out about homework and college and I couldn’t go to sleep and I’d get a headache. That was always going to be part of who I am, apparently.
(When she gets off the bus in Hartford, I am stealing her seat.)
“And there is no journalism more soul-endangering to write than journalism that aims to please.”
(Sherman Alexie, The Toughest Indian in the World)